A/N: Wow…uh…hi. I'm alive.
I'm under quarantine and re-watching AoS, and I got this idea from season 4. This will be short.
Devan Alexander-I'm still working on your prompt. It's really long compared to my other chapters, so it's taking some time. This is just a placeholder until I finish it.
Anyways, enjoy! Set in 4x21.
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"So you give me mouth to mouth."
Melinda said it so nonchalantly, and he felt the prickle of discomfort, and something else he couldn't quite place, shoot up the back of his neck. Phil had been very wary of what would happen when he finally found her, how she would react to the inevitable conversation they would have to have. On the other hand, what had happened in the library seemed so long ago, and the memories from the framework were still lingering in his mind.
Yet, when the two had been in the broadcast center, or walking through the halls of the base together, if had felt like they had been doing it for years. It was like the feelings and emotions in this world were just transplanted there. And that only conflicted him further because, in the framework, the two had been strangers to one another. To feel that feeling, even across another reality, had shaken him more than he'd like to admit.
He walked away, not sure how to process all of this at once. Honestly, it was giving him a headache.
"What's up?" She had picked up on his anxiety, as usual. "You mad that I was Hydra in there?"
He hesitated. "I don't blame you for that."
"Then what?" She had folded her arms cross her chest, watching him expectantly. He didn't answer, knowing that it was hard to lie to her but even harder to tell this particular truth. "Did something weird happen with my robot self?"
If only she knew.
He couldn't answer. Truth be told, as she got closer, he became tongue tied. But how could he tell her?
"Did I-"
"Melinda-" He interrupted, finally turning to look at her, mostly just wanting her to stop pressing the issue. One look at her dark irises and he knew she wouldn't relent.
"Phil, just tell me." She pleaded quietly.
He couldn't find the words, so he decided just to show her. His hand moved to her waist, he pulled her close and in one swift move, he kissed her.
It was over so quickly that he barely had time to process it. Even though he pulled back a bit, he still kept one hand firmly around her waist.
"Oh." It was barely above a murmur. She wasn't trying to get away from him, which he guessed was a good sign. His mind briefly flashed back to their conversation in the library, where the LMD had told him that it had all of May's desires. He wondered, then, if this was part of them.
"We also opened the haig."
That caused her to do a double take. "Phil!"
"I know." And he was kissing her again, cutting off her protest. His hands moved up, cupping her cheeks and threading his fingers through her hair. Her hands clenched the fabric of his shirt.
It was like they couldn't get close enough, decades of pent-up emotions drawing them in to each other.
A loud thump outside the door was what drew them apart. May caught her breath, glancing at the thick doors and then back to him.
"I guess we'll talk about this later."
"Sounds like a plan"
And the doors opened…
